Tanara's hand went briefly to her lightsaber when the door closed behind her. Then she calmed herself and nodded.

"Talk to me," she said. "If I have learned one thing, it is that when someone says 'talk' it does not always mean communication. I know when I am at a disadvantage, however, and I will be willing to talk."

She paused and smiled. "Am I being let in or is someone coming to me?"

((Oh, ummm....ermmm.....whoops
*flashes everyone with the MIB memory eraser thingies*))
*Matt went to his room and meditated a while.*

Vader's wife was very pregnant when she died 19 years ago. All of a sudden a 19 year old who is very strong in the force and has a distinct resembalance to him in his younger days rolls in from Vader's home planet with his old Master Obi-Wan (Who was the ONLY other person preset at the time his wife died. And to boot, the kid's last name is Skywalker.

So in answer to your question, he knew Luke was his son because his name is Darth Vader, and not Darth Retard.

Asgardried: You still haven't answered the question. You will stay in there until you do.

"Dulce bellum inexpertis."

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

Vader's wife was very pregnant when she died 19 years ago. All of a sudden a 19 year old who is very strong in the force and has a distinct resembalance to him in his younger days rolls in from Vader's home planet with his old Master Obi-Wan (Who was the ONLY other person preset at the time his wife died. And to boot, the kid's last name is Skywalker.

So in answer to your question, he knew Luke was his son because his name is Darth Vader, and not Darth Retard.

"No, I haven't." A pause. "Well, I --- you see, they --- okay, yes, I did. They were a liability, Duncan."

"How can I have a crusade without crusaders?"

"I'm not asking you for a crusade! You just have to kill one little baby Jotun. I mean, for crying out loud. You've done this already how many times?"

"The offspring of Thiazi will be a very powerful creature. Thiazi himself, I could not kill. And the prophecies you yourself obtained said that it is by this child's power that the galaxy has come to this, and by this child's power it will be destroyed."

"I think you're reading too much in between the lines. She's only, what, ten, eleven? This is a nip-it-in-the-bud mission. Kill the demon child before she can grow up and finish off everything."

"If there is little danger, why have you deprived me of my soldiers?"

"You're the only one in this galaxy capable of killing the Jotun. Maybe you were thinking of making them cannon fodder, but it wouldn't have worked. The Jotun's protectors would have finished them off before you could say 'bad idea'."

"I armed them against Jotuns. Certainly some would have died, but they would have at least matched blow for blow, death for death. Unless there is something you are not telling me."

There is a long pause. And a sigh.

"The Jotun child is not with other Jotuns."

Silence. Then the first voice started again, with a steely edge.

"Explain."

"She's with this group of fanatic mystics, who believe they can restore the galaxy by finding an ancient legendary power. You know, another one of those post-Holocaust cults that have been popping up all over. They're pretty dangerous, though. They've been carting her around for the past eight months."

"But why is she not with her kind?"

"She was separated from the other Jotuns in the Holocaust. I had thought her kind would have retrieved her by now, and I didn't want to make things...murkier."

"Murkier? The Jotuns are pure evil personified. Those who wish to align themselves with such evil shall die along with it. I have killed many Sith..."

"Her protectors aren't Sith. In fact, they believe themselves to be really nice guys. And girls. They probably think she's just the most adorable little girl. Look, I know you never killed innocents---"

"I am no fool, Sejhan. I understand war. There can be no pity for innocents who use themselves as a willing shield for evil."

"But ---oh. Well... good. Then there's no problem?"

"This evil must die. So will anyone who stands in the way of my justice. No matter their motives for doing so."

"Right. Guess I underestimated you. Sorry."

"I must know everything, if I am to do this."

"Right. No, gotcha. My mistake."

"You've kept nothing else from me, then?"

"Uh - no. Nothing I can think of."

"Good. Now, I am going out for a drink. I will expect you here when I return. I must know everything about these new adversaries I will face."

"Yeah. Got it."

There was a strange sound, then a pause. Raschel tensed and shrunk into the shadows. Footsteps came closer. The door opened, and a man walked out. He headed down the street without a backward glance.

Raschel didn't dare move until over a minute had passed since he had left. She peeked cautiously in through the window. The man's companion had vanished.

She had a very bad feeling about the conversation she had just overheard.

I have to get out of here.

Forcing herself to move nonchalantly as well as quietly, she walked away from the house in the opposite direction Duncan had left in. Once out of the vicinity, she broke into a run.

Ritchet turned to Idun, and spoke in his loudest, deepest voice (which was, all told, not very loud, nor deep) and said, "She's talking to me!" Idun looked down at the talking mouse, mouth agape for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Well....that's quite rude. If I were....I'd teach you...you can..."

He finally realized that he wasn't going to be able to respond to threats very well.

"Uh, yeah, I like your armor," he sighed, in defeat.

"Space is big... really big. I mean, you wouldn't believe how vastly, hugely, incomprehensibly big it is. You may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist, but that's just peanuts to space." The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy

((OOS: Reds, right. Idun wouldn't have laughed or stood with her mough gapping, it doesn't fit her character. Just to keep most of your post intact)

*Just as Ritchet was about to shout, Idun reached Gerd and not seeing the mouse nearly stepped on him. His somewhat quiet shout saved him from becoming part of Idun's boot as she quickly stepped asided and gazed at this strange diminutive creature.

*As Idun looks at the mouse she notices that he is covered in something like blood.*

Idun: Is that blood?

((Superthrawn, I'm fairly positive you said Ritchet would still be covered in blood, if I'm mistken just ignore what Idun said))

"Dulce bellum inexpertis."

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

Marin walked down alongside the booths the Irvines had been through earlier, vaguely heading back to the Asgardried, reminiscing.

I told my father I'd be back in a month, two months at most, when I left. It's been over twelve months...a year.

No one had celebrated her 17th birthday. She had forgotten about it herself until a week after it had passed. Seventeen and a murderer. My father would be so proud.

Obviously I can't go back now, even if there was a way to. I'm going to become an adult in an alien galaxy, in an alien dimension...but an alien galaxy that I'm trying to save. What happens, though, if...when we get the Time Matrix? If we can rewind all this...will I be able to get my lost years back? Or will I be making a happy life only for another me?

She began to feel dizzy. The scenery swam before her eyes. She noticed with some alarm that she had wandered out of the marketplace and onto a side street.

That's probably bad...

She opened her mouth to shout, but discovered she could only give empty gasps. She sucked in air, but it did nothing for her. She couldn't breathe!

Water! I have to get to water!

She stumbled and fell against a wall. She was suffocating. She was a Water-Breather, after all, and she hadn't been in water for...how long?

I'm going to die. That's it, it's over.

Then something covered her gasping mouth, forcing it closed. Something else was placed over her nose.

Water!

She sucked in the liquid, filling her lungs.

She could hear screaming. It sounded like Raschel. "Stop! What are you doing, you're killing her!" At the moment, she didn't particularly care.

She exhaled and inhaled again. Then the source of the liquid was jerked away, and she gasped for a few more seconds. Then, she felt a tingling sensation, and everything went black.

*Sir-Vin begins walking down to the cargo bay, he senses something in the force, he stops in his tracks... Desparation... Shock... Panic...

In the past eight months he's consentrated on focusing his mental consentration, enhancing areas where he lacked, mainly sensing others with the force. But for the time that he'd been on the ship, he'd not have much any other then the company around him to help practice on. Dispite being able to sense the groups of people in the marketplace, and in other areas outside, the one's whom he'd been near the longest are more clearer to him...*

((OOS: Before everyone's characters magically find Marin, let me point out that she's now unconscious, and thus just slightly harder to sense. So is Raschel. Also, by now they're no longer in the marketplace.

Scar: What, is JM supposed to just not post for a while until you think he's spent enough time meditating?

((Scar: Yeah, he just got in trouble, I think I'd go and do what I'd been asked to do before,y'know, wandering off to explore again))
*Matt sensed that Sir-Vin was agitated, he dropped the crate he was carrying, and ran to where he sensed Sir-Vin was.*

Vader's wife was very pregnant when she died 19 years ago. All of a sudden a 19 year old who is very strong in the force and has a distinct resembalance to him in his younger days rolls in from Vader's home planet with his old Master Obi-Wan (Who was the ONLY other person preset at the time his wife died. And to boot, the kid's last name is Skywalker.

So in answer to your question, he knew Luke was his son because his name is Darth Vader, and not Darth Retard.

Raschel had been heading back to the Asgardried as quickly as she could, when she had seen the man from the house - "Duncan" - again. He had dashed past her down a side street, and she had been surprised to see that Marin was his target. What especially shocked her was when "Duncan" held her against the wall, covered her mouth and forced his canteen of water over her nose.

She had tried to pull him off, but he had thrown her off as if she weighed nothing, knocking the wind out of her. Then he had taken a sharp, greenish-glowing object and pricked first her, than Marin with it. And she had passed out.

Now she was startled awake as something else pricked her.

In front of her was the Man. Duncan. In one hand he had a needle, in another he had a blaster. The latter was pointed at her.

She was sitting in a chair. Her hands were fastened to it with stun cuffs.

Close to the chair was a human-sized tub that was perched on a small bench. There was a crack in the bottom of the tub that looked recent, and water was draining out of it. But perched on top of it with a small clamp, a hose fed more water in.

She craned her neck to see inside the tub, and her eyes widened in horror. Marin's body was floating face down just under the water, unmoving. She dropped her eyes in horror.

"You sick creep. You'll pay dearly for this, I swear it," she snarled at the man in front of her.

"Calm yourself. She breathes water."

Unbelievingly, she raised her head to stare at Duncan. He looked sincere.

He believes it. Wonderful, I'm dealing with a psychopath.

He spoke again. "It it obvious that you are not familiar with mud elves, or Amnaer. I thought she was your companion, or perhaps your servant. Perhaps I was mistaken."

What?

"Still, the presence of the two of you in this dimension in the same place, at the same time, arouses my curiosity." He raised the blaster higher. "A mystery."

Raschel snarled. "You're babbling nonsense, you psychopathic murderer." No, don't do that. You're supposed to play along, to get him to let his guard down until you get a chance to escape. But somehow she couldn't think logically...

Then, Marin's body moved in the bathtub.

Stunned, she watched as the "dead" girl sat up, water streaming off her face. Marin looked around with a bleary, half-awake look on her face, then splashed her face with more water. She stared around. "Raschel? What are you doing here? What's going on?"

Duncan smiled a small smile. "So you do know each other."

Raschel gaped. "But...you...you're dead. You drowned..."

Marin smiled wryly. "Did I never mention? I'm a Water-Breather. I guess I was out of water too long." Her eyes flickered across Raschel, and noticed the cuffs on her arms. She looked at Duncan, then at his blaster, and froze.

*The Asgardried patched Irvine through to the bridge so Heimdall heard him*

Heimdall *over the ships comm*: Irvine wait a second and think before you blindly rush off and get into trouble. Do you know where Marin is? Do you have anyidea what kind of trouble she is in? Have you considered that your presence may further endanger her? Have you put any real thought into your actions? And Finally what kind of example are you setting for your student?

"Dulce bellum inexpertis."

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

*Elella and Gortick train with lightsabers, duelling quickly. Gortick has constructed himself a blue double saber. He has also grown greatly more muscular since they found him.

Meanwhile, Orthos sits atop a hill*

A year ago today. I was a down and out former soldier, waiting for Deac to get back so I could go around with him. Then half the galaxy explodes, I get two avatars who won't talk to me, Dad comes back, him and Lokpihet get killed, and I find myself with this bunch. Then again, I'm glad I found what's left of my family. Except for mother.

Got some news for you, Orthos

Yes, we have. For once we agree on something.

Orthos: Both of you? You don't talk for half a year then you suddenly come back.

Irvine "Who ever said I wasn't. I was thinking that now that you knew about it, we could start thiking of something to do about it, what I'm doing is that I'm going to round up the others. If you could, contact whoever we can, hopefully Marin is the only one who's missing."

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

Vader's wife was very pregnant when she died 19 years ago. All of a sudden a 19 year old who is very strong in the force and has a distinct resembalance to him in his younger days rolls in from Vader's home planet with his old Master Obi-Wan (Who was the ONLY other person preset at the time his wife died. And to boot, the kid's last name is Skywalker.

So in answer to your question, he knew Luke was his son because his name is Darth Vader, and not Darth Retard.

Vader's wife was very pregnant when she died 19 years ago. All of a sudden a 19 year old who is very strong in the force and has a distinct resembalance to him in his younger days rolls in from Vader's home planet with his old Master Obi-Wan (Who was the ONLY other person preset at the time his wife died. And to boot, the kid's last name is Skywalker.

So in answer to your question, he knew Luke was his son because his name is Darth Vader, and not Darth Retard.

((Deac: Oh, missed that part in the description. Still, they could've been fraternal twins ))

Yevoh

Raschel stared at the man in confusion.

Two?

"I'm not an---"

There was a whirring sound behind her. "Duncan, what the hell is this?"

She turned her head to the side and saw a what appeared to be tall man in a cloak. Only his face was visible. He looked somewhat human, except the skin was a dull gray-beige, looked loose, and was ridiculously marred and scarred...no, not scarred, rent, as if the creature had had a blade taken to his face, and the cuts had not healed, only dried up.

"Do you know who these people are?"

"I was just broaching that subject," Duncan replied, far calmer than the cloaked man.

"They're the enemy, Duncan! Their friends will be along soon. I mean, I appreciate your initiative, but this is bad timing, very bad. I just got back from some mystics --- other mystics --- and the timetables are nothing but bad news. Quick, we've got to figure this out. Got a place to hide these two? A cellar with some cloaking magics on it? A large rug? Is any of this getting through to you?"

Sejhan stared at Duncan. Duncan stared back. Raschel and Marin stared at both of them in utter confusion.

Duncan broke the brief silence. "These two are among the group of mystics that is protecting the evil one, then?"

Duncan looked at Marin and Raschel. Marin looked wary. "We're mystics? Protecting the evil one? I think you must have us confused with someone else..."

"Don't tell them anything," Raschel hissed.

"So," Duncan said. "While your friend the Amnaer seems to be innocent in this, clearly you are not."

Marin looked baffled. "What are you talking about, Raschel?"

Duncan stood up. "I must be going now. However, "Raschel", I know what you heard, and I have a message for you to take to your leaders. Listen carefully" - he leaned in closer - "'I know what you harbor. I am Cyrus Duncan, slayer of demons. I have waited thirty-five thousand years for my vengeance, and now I am coming for you.'"

He walked out the door. Sejhan looked at the two with an unreadable expression on his face, then disappeared into thin air.

(OOS: Yes, he is. And you guys are too active...I'm having way too much fun owning call of duty on my conn at school to be RPing...)

Yes, it is blood. I'm covered in blood, because of the fact that I just recently entered this universe through the chest of a young teenage girl. Obviously, she wasn't too happy about that, and she just fell to pieces *snicker.*

However, as I was saying before I was so rudely interrupted...can anyone tell me why I might be here to help you?

(OOS: Sorry, wasn't trying to godmod. I just did what I thought a normal character might...I don't know these guys, gimme a break! )

"Space is big... really big. I mean, you wouldn't believe how vastly, hugely, incomprehensibly big it is. You may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist, but that's just peanuts to space." The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy

Idun: You obviously have the wrong people. We do not need or want the aid of a creature who makes jokes about the death of an innocent girl.

Gerd, please go inside. We will have to take that walk another time. *Looking down at Ritchet* As for you, try and enter the ship and the girl will be avenged.

*Idun puts an arm around Gerd and leads her inside the cargo hold heading for the door leading further inside the ship. Gerd had a confused look on her face*

Gerd: But he seemed nice.

*While Idun and Gerd were reentering the ship more turrents dropped from the ceiling and locked onto Ritchet*
------------------------------------------------------------------------Asgardried: Main entrance
*The Asgardried was silent for a moment, accessing data*

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

Svafa: Since you have no business here, I suggest you leave before your curiousity really gets you in trouble.

"Dulce bellum inexpertis."

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

Rithcet sighed for the umpteenth time, that day, and looked toward the ship. The turrets tracked his every move, and he had to laugh inwardly. All this attention for a mouse? These people did net quite a bit of help, it would seem, if they were so concerned about an animal this small. Paranoia is a fatal desease in some lesser developed regions of the galaxy these days.

Summoning his ability one last time, he focused very inently on Idun, and the small trail that he left in the universe...

With the sound of a small pop, Rithcet returned to his new "friends" completely inside the ship, landing on Idun's shoulder, and taking him completely by surprise.

"I didn't mean to kill her, you know."

"Space is big... really big. I mean, you wouldn't believe how vastly, hugely, incomprehensibly big it is. You may think it's a long way down the road to the chemist, but that's just peanuts to space." The Hitchiker's Guide to the Galaxy

wildjedi: A little background on the below post; Yavin IV was one of the many planets destroyed in the Holocaust, and most of the Jedi are dead.))

Asgardried: Main Entrance

Misae walked up behind Svafa. She appeared haggard, and her hair and clothing were severely disheveled. Her lightsaber hung carelessly at her hip. Her eyes appeared haunted. She stared at Tanara as if seeing a ghost.

"Jedi," she softly hissed. "How is it that you are alive?"

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Yevoh, Marketplace

A large, winged shadow passed over Sir-vin's head, then Matt's.

Marin was in the form of an enormous bird, carrying Raschel, an arm in each taloned foot. She was heading towards the Asgardried.

Vader's wife was very pregnant when she died 19 years ago. All of a sudden a 19 year old who is very strong in the force and has a distinct resembalance to him in his younger days rolls in from Vader's home planet with his old Master Obi-Wan (Who was the ONLY other person preset at the time his wife died. And to boot, the kid's last name is Skywalker.

So in answer to your question, he knew Luke was his son because his name is Darth Vader, and not Darth Retard.

((Maybe it just me, but wouldn't Sir-Vin reconize Raschel first instead of Marin who is currenlty a large bird?))

*In a fluid motion Idun reaches up grabs Ritchet and slams him into a bulkhead. Her hand squeezing the mouse around his small neck*

Idun: Gerd go to Heimdall.

*Gerd runs down the hallway towards the bridge*

Idun: I warned you not to follow us into this ship, now the Girl will be avenged.

*Idun squeezed Ritchet even harder, as more turrents drop down and lock onto the mouse*

"Dulce bellum inexpertis."

Official Forum Expert on Norse Mythology
As Odin says in the Hovamal:"Praise no day 'til evening; no wife 'til on her pyre; no sword 'til tested;
no maid 'til bedded; no ice 'til crossed;
no ale 'til drunk."

*Matt stared at the bird which Sir-Vin appeared to think was Marin*
Matt: Just when I think there's someone in my age range that's normal...

Vader's wife was very pregnant when she died 19 years ago. All of a sudden a 19 year old who is very strong in the force and has a distinct resembalance to him in his younger days rolls in from Vader's home planet with his old Master Obi-Wan (Who was the ONLY other person preset at the time his wife died. And to boot, the kid's last name is Skywalker.

So in answer to your question, he knew Luke was his son because his name is Darth Vader, and not Darth Retard.